"Correct." Mr. S said, staring her down as if that answered everything. "You think Theo is mortal? I have reason to believe he's immortal." Mr. S said sternly, as if he knew Theo better than he did himself... Theo bit the inside of his cheek, glancing over at Maroe.
"What's stopping Theo from taking a dip in the River Styx, or accepting a wish from the gods, or so on, or so on...?" He asked, tilting his head to Maroe. A voice could be heard coming down the hallway towards them...
"-and I was like:'No Chloe, you can't see my hammer!'. When she touched it, I smacked her hand, and she backed off. Speaking of those three, have you seen Ben? Hasn't been the same since-" The voice said. It was a voice of a young girl, kind of shrill and high pitched. The door to the room busted open, revealing a very small girl, about the age of thirteen, and nearly two heads shorter than Maroe. She had short orange hair coming down to her shoulders, hastily pushed aside so she can see. She had turquoise eyes poking out of her ginger bangs, glowing up at Maroe. Her clothing is a mix and match of some sort, with different colors and themes. She wears a collared black vest that ends at her waist. She had an emblem, a hammer with a lightning bolt, can be found on the back.
Under the vest are two layers of clothing, colored red and light-blue, for extra warmth. She was wearing a white sleeveless top that forms a tiny heart shape between her chest and collarbone, with a white detached sleeve on each arm. She wears matching fingerless gloves on each hand. She sports a pink skirt, and her shoes are a mix of pink and white with pink laces, displaying her emblem on their soles. She also was wearing armor that begins in the middle of the shoulder and neck and ends by the waist.
"Oh, hello! Who are the newbies?" She asked, her voice very quirky as she lugged a hammer with a head the size of a milk jug into the room. It was a 6th grader carrying a medieval war hammer half her size into an office with the mob boss, a girl who controls rocks, a kid with amnesia, and a girl who really likes S. The small room was getting a bit cramped.
"Ah. This is Aron. Aron, Theo, Theo, Aron. Aron, Maroe, Maroe, Aron." He said, introducing them respectively. She smiled brightly, shaking Theo's hand quickly, before extending a hand out to Maroe.